Without resources, even the best talent is wasted. Very few can break out of barren lands, and those who do are ruthless individuals.
After several months of changes, the positions on the Soul Fighting Rankings gradually stabilized. Those at the top were still the elite prodigies from the Great Immortal Gates. There were forr powerhouses from the Venerable Ranking, prodigies from the Golden Core Ranking, and of course, the older generation of powerhouses from the Great Ability List. This made countless people exclaim that no matter how the rankings changed, the strongest were still the sa group of people.
As ti passed, the trend slowly shifted.
"Lately, there haven’t been any major changes on the individual rankings!"
"Those who could rise have already done so. For those who can’t, no amount of effort is useful. Once your strength hits its limit, the rankings won’t change so easily..."
"Besides, not many people care about the individual rankings anymore. Everyone has gone to challenge the Endless Rankings!"
In teahouses and taverns, wherever crowds gathered, this was the topic of discussion.
The Endless Mode was a new mode created by the Sanqing Saint Heir. Many had entered and experienced it, only to be scared out of their wits. Despite being prepared and gathering hundreds to enter with grand montum, their fighting spirit was crushed at the first confrontation with the overwhelming and vast tide of demons. Their eyes filled with fear, they were unable to persist.
Too terrifying!
It was like being pulled from a peaceful land directly into a battlefield from hell, more horrifying than any life-and-death struggle they had ever experienced. The Demonic Beasts were unending, inducing a despair so profound that not a glimr of hope could be seen. Like waves sweeping away sand, this mode eliminated a large number of people from the start. Many were left with an internal shadow, too afraid to try again. However, more people, after the initial shock, clenched their teeth and continued on, determined to overco their fear and familiarize themselves with the battlefield.
Because they knew this day would inevitably co, and for the cowardly, there was only a dead end.
"We can’t charge blindly, we need to establish formations!"
"The Demon Race’s ranks may seem chaotic, but there’s actually an underlying order. Demons with stronger bloodlines naturally suppress those with weaker ones and can command them effectively. We must also act with discipline!"
"Don’t rush, take it slow. We still have ti, and it’s not like we’ll really die. Feel free to try any ideas you have!"
Many gradually understood the true intention behind the Sanqing Saint Heir creating this mode and were deeply grateful. This opportunity to gain valuable combat experience without any cost was truly precious.
「At a certain Immortal Sect.」
A vast and spacious plot of precious land was now densely packed with various grand, brand-new buildings, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. It was the newly completed internet cafe.
"Be careful, there are ambush demons ahead! First and second teams, get ready—Mountain Shaking Curse, flush them out!"
"Front rows, set up the formation! Activate the defensive Magic Artifacts!"
"Junior Brother Zhang, those Fla Crow Demons are yours to handle. You must suppress them! Their destructive power is too strong; we can’t let them unleash it!"
"The rest of you, charge with ! Break their formation!"
"Fantastic! That’s it!"
"Keep charging! We’re about to break the record and surpass South Pole Immortal Gate!"
All the prodigies were filled with fighting spirit, incredibly excited, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies brimming with the will to battle. They had been imrsed in this battlefield for a full seven days and nights, failing countless tis, being wiped out as a team countless tis, seeing endless bloodshed, and learning innurable lessons. Gradually, they developed a will of iron.
"These kids, they’ve been born in a good era!" High above, a Great Ability from the Immortal Sect, hidden in the void, observed the scene and sighed with emotion.
"Indeed. So unlike our ti, right? We had to crawl out of piles of corpses again and again just to accumulate a bit of life-saving experience..." another person remarked, his eyes full of wistful envy. If they had possessed a wondrous object like the Soul Fighting Machine back then, perhaps many more of their brothers and friends would have survived.
「The Nanzhou cultivation world entered an era of rapid advancent.」
Almost everyone’s strength was increasing at a frantic pace. During this period, the cultivation world was exceptionally quiet. In the past, there were occasional disturbances caused by Demonic Cultivators, but now, they all seed to have vanished.
The reason was simple: all disciples of the Righteous Path had entered a virtuous cycle. They would challenge a cultivation barrier, strengthen their abilities, hit a bottleneck, gather resources to grow even stronger, and then challenge the next barrier.
Once all the disciples of the Righteous Path grew accustod to high-intensity, reginted combat, they discovered that Demonic Cultivators really didn’t amount to much. What was so ferocious about them? They had no organization, no discipline, and no firm resolve. At most, their thods were a bit vicious. But compared to the real Demon Race, they weren’t even worth ntioning. They were now nothing more than walking achievents, their heads to be exchanged for resources from their sects.
According to statistics, during this period, every wanted notice issued by the Immortal Alliance had been claid. Every Demonic Cultivator on the wanted lists was either dead or had been missing for many years. The few who remained were in hiding, daring not to show their faces, their forr arrogance completely gone.
Even the [Nanzhou Golden Core Demonic Cultivator Group] had fallen silent. In just one month, thirteen "phishing" incidents had occurred. Disciples of the Righteous Path had sohow infiltrated the chat group and, under various pretexts, lured mbers out for an ambush, all to take their heads in exchange for resources. Then they would go right back to climbing the rankings. The constant killing left the Demonic Cultivators trembling with fear. And the group owner, Supre Benevolent Savior, had gone completely silent. It was unclear if he had caught wind of sothing or run into trouble, but there had been no activity from him recently.
Regarding this situation, while the disciples of the Righteous Path felt a slight disappointnt, they were also happy to see it happen. After all, taking the heads of Demonic Cultivators might have been the fastest way to get resources, but it wasn’t the only way.
Soon after, more exciting news ca from the Sanqing Immortal Sect. The Sanqing Saint Heir had once again improved upon the original Soul Fighting Machine, adding various new devices like the Elixir Mystery Machine, the Array Evolution Machine, the Divine Cloud Machine, and the Body Refining Machine. Each was designed to specifically hone skills in the Alchemy Dao, the Way of Formations, the Thunder Path, Body Refinent, Puppet mastery, and other forms of cultivation.
This caused an extrely intense response. So cultivators who specialized in alchemy and formations, being less proficient in combat, had felt isolated these past few days, unable to join in on the other cultivators’ conversations. They had grown anxious watching everyone around them improve so rapidly. Now, their patience had finally paid off.
"The Sanqing Saint Heir is truly a sage co to life!"
"Hahaha, I’ve been looking forward to this for so long! I always imagined if the Soul Fighting Machine could have an alchemy version, and the Sanqing Saint Heir actually made it!"
"The Sanqing Saint Heir is so mysterious. Is he really omnipotent? His mastery in the Way of Formations must be at the grandmaster level!"
Countless prodigies sighed in awe. In the past, they had only heard of the Sanqing Saint Heir’s broad knowledge and talents, but now they had truly witnessed it. How could soone create such a formidable Soul Fighting Machine without having walked a path to its absolute peak?
However, tranquility is always fleeting. Five months after the release of the Elixir Mystery Machine and the other new Soul Fighting Machines, shocking news reached the cultivation world of Nanzhou.
"Junior Brother!" Xiao Qingyu appeared outside Wang Xiu’s courtyard. She was curvaceous and elegant, more mature and alluring than ever, but her face was marked with urgency.
"What’s wrong, Senior Sister?"
Wang Xiu walked out slowly. His figure was taller and more erect, his youthful features having faded and been replaced by a more mature air. His aura had beco more settled and unified. Researching and creating the various Soul Fighting Machines had allowed him to continuously reflect upon and refine his mastery of Divine Abilities, making his foundation increasingly profound. He seed to be constantly shrouded in a faint, mysterious glimr.
"The Venerable wants you at Dragon Head Peak! Sothing serious has happened! There’s movent on Demon Sea Island..." Xiao Qingyu said hurriedly, her expression grave.
Wang Xiu stiffened for a mont, then set out with Xiao Qingyu toward Dragon Head Peak without hesitation.
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